Sharing My Wife

Glenn howled. “God, that feels wonderful! It’s been so long since I… please don’t stop.” He weaved his fingers through my wife’s soft hair. “You’re so beautiful. So perfect. You have no idea how badly I’ve want you, baby girl.”

Amanda seemed to work his cock harder and faster at his words. I zoomed the camera in close as spit and precum began oozing down her chin. Her audience was captivated, some even offering words of encouragement as Amanda worked her magic, grunting in exertion.

Like Dimitri, Glenn had been lusting for my wife for years. And like Dimitri, Glenn wouldn’t be able to contain himself for very long.

“Next batter!” I called out before my wife’s boss could ejaculate into her mouth.

Glenn groaned in frustration as he reluctantly withdrew from my Amanda’s mouth. She wiped her chin and beamed him a devastating smile. A thick strand of ooze dripped out of his penis as he grudgingly moved away.

Bryan was smirking, tapping his cock against an open palm. I again noticed how his erection was curved at the end. I could only imagine the added stimulation Amanda would feel when that little hook slid into her pussy. Would it hurt?

Bryan didn’t say a word as he quickly closed the distance to my wife. When he was directly in front of her, he slipped his hand behind Amanda’s head and bunched her hair in a ponytail before jamming his pole down her throat. “That’s right, baby. I got something for you, and you’re going to enjoy it.” His other hand clamped onto her throat, keeping her head in place as he brutally began to throatfuck her.

Even though his harsh treatment of my wife was a major turn on, it, nevertheless, still made me a little uncomfortable. Bryan was wildly thrusting in and out of her mouth, his head tossed back as yelled “Oh yeah!” over and over again. There was a wet gurgling sound emanating from the back of my wife’s throat as she calmly and expertly accepted the abuse. Spunk was spewing down her chin again, this time much more copiously, rolling down her neck and dripping onto her pretty tits. My wife’s eyes were now bloodshot, and she was snorting for air. I watched it all through the screen of my camera phone for only a moment before I approached, intent on stopping them.

But Amanda extended her arm and stopped me even as Bryan continued to facefuck her.

She let Bryan use her throat for a bit longer then twisted out of his grasp. Instead of swallowing like she had done before, she spit whatever was in her mouth disdainfully onto the floor. She looked up at him with a hard expression. “So is this how you like your women? On their knees? Treated so roughly?”

Bryan guffawed and threw up his hands in mock guilt. “Hey, you said it, not me!”

Amanda straightened her back, rising up tall, and clasped her hands behind her back in pretend submission. “Then come back here.”

“Oh, fuck,” I said, so turned on, surprised, and proud of my wife all at the same time.

“Oh, fuck,” someone else—I wasn’t sure who—echoed.

“Sweetheart, you are a gift from above.” Bryan pulled Amanda onto his cock again by her head, driving himself back into her mouth. He gradually slide his hand down from her throat to her chest, fondling and squeezing her left breast. As he bucked into her mouth, Bryan alternated between slapping at my wife’s breast and tweaking her nipple. As more saliva and precum began pouring onto her chest, he smeared it all over her tan skin.